Much Entertainment

"I doubt Duchess Kryze will allow the Republic to absorb any of Mandalore, even if the terms are satisfactory. She is remarkably stubborn when it comes to protecting her people's needs - New Mandalorian or otherwise."

Mace Windu - and everyone else in the Council chamber - glanced at each other. He felt his lips twitching, and dared not look at Master Yoda - they would both start laughing otherwise. Smoothing his face into one of neutrality, he looked at Obi-Wan Kenobi, who was seated beside Master Yoda. "Are you sure you could not find ways to - ah - convince her?"

"Doubtful - not with the history between the Republic and the Mandalorian people as a whole. She'd probably have my head for -"

Kit Fisto snorted hard, turning away and trying to smother his laugh with a cough.

Obi-Wan - oblivious to Agen Kolar handing Adi Gallia credits - raised his eyebrows. "Are you okay, Master Fisto?"

"Mmm - ahem - fine fine. You were saying?"

"Right...she'd not be happy, is all I'm saying. And after the shenanigans in the Senate and the former Prime Minister Almec - well, I don't think anyone would want Republic interference. She's trying to keep her people from plunging into another civil - my God, why is everyone laughing?"

Luminara stared at the ceiling while her fellow Jedi broke into giggles, wondering why she had thought it was a good idea to come back to Coruscant.

"You seem to have a remarkable knowledge of the Duchess' behaviors," Ki-Adi-Mundi murmured, steepling his fingers together. The credits in his pocket were burning - he didn't want to give them up to Eeth Koth if he was wrong about this.

Obi-Wan shrugged, well aware of the stares he was receiving. He could feel the cold ring lying against his neck while he spoke. Oh, out with it Kenobi, he thought, feeling his face burn red. "Well I certainly hope I know my wife's values. It would make for an incredibly strained marriage otherwise."

There. A decade old secret out just like that. It would have been a relief to say that out loud, had everyone not been silently scrutinizing him. He wondered vaguely if he would be kicked out of the Order right there and then - but hey, there were fighting a war and Mandalore was currently at peace with the Republic. They couldn't exactly kick him out.

Well at least I could be home...and not like they haven't turned a blind eye to everyone else's relationships.

Then -

"Damn it!" Shaak Ti exclaimed, digging in her robes and practically throwing a fistful of credits at Kit Fisto. "I thought they hadn't even slept together!"

Obi-Wan watched, a bit stunned - well, no he wasn't stunned, not at all - while Council members exchanged credits and grumbled about their losses and earnings...all because he had revealed his marriage. He glanced to Master Yoda - the one person he presumed would be stony faced - and felt his jaw unhinge a bit.

The green little troll was happily gathering a large stack of credits in his lap, humming and tapping his feet while he counted. He glanced at Kenobi and gave a little grin. "Much entertainment, your love has given us, Master Kenobi. Mmm, much entertainment. Made me rich, you did, mmm."

Author's note: okay, how did this fic become a crack fic? How and why do I keep updating it? What the heck? xD

Oh well

(As usual I'll edit this at a later date)

ii Digestive Reader ii